This is 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% concentrated power of will. 5% pleasure, 50% pain- Who: Ares (ares_godofwar), Zelus (competitiveedge) What:Male bonding times Drinking Where: A bar. When: Tuesday evening. Warnings: The usual.
When Ares stepped into the joint, he didn't spot Zelus. It could only mean one of two things - either he got here earlier, which seemed likely to happen given their talk, or that he was in the wrong place, which was... equally likely, considering how vague the description was.
Nevertheless, the god of war made himself comfortable at the end of the bar, almost enshrouded in shadow given the way the place was dimly lit. The bartender served him a pint of guiness on a coaster, and Ares leaned in to drink from the froth without picking the glass up.
He had more or less actually already gotten over the whole grandfather, old age, midlife crisis thing. He wouldn't turn out a night out with good company - and it was rare that he got along with anyone from within his own pantheon. It was as good a reason as any to go out drinking together.
There wasn't anyone of interest or particularly appealing eyecandy to keep him occupied while he waited, so he continued draining his guiness from the countertop.
He would have asked for a bendy straw but that might have earned him a weird look followed by a punch in the face.